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“Symbols of magic,” Gideon supplies, rather unhelpfully.
“I know what runes are, asshole. I have some on my ass, remember?” I snap, snippy after getting all riled up sexually and not being satisfied. “What do they mean?”
Ezra tilts his head and reaches out to brush a spot just under my left breast. I suck in a sharp breath at the contact and my nipples tighten into hard buds, but he hardly notices. “Its not finished. See?” Fielder crouches to get a better look while Ezra strokes over some unblemished skin. “This one here is incomplete.”
Gideon crosses his arms over his bare chest. “You’re sure your father had no idea about who his parents were?”
Even though I can't be sure, I shake my head. “I don’t know. I mean, he never even mentioned that he was adopted.” My eyes flick between the four of them, and then motion to my exposed flesh. “Can someone please tell me what these mean? And now that you’ve all had a proper look, can I put on a shirt?”
Ezra shakes his head. “I want to record them.”
“You are not taking a picture of my tits and keeping it on your phone, even if it is for a witchy purpose.”
His mouth quirks, making just one dimple come out. “Witchy purpose?” I arch a brow and lift my chin, standing by my wording. He laughs and shakes his head. “I’ll just need some paper and a pencil.” Fielder’s already uncoiling from his crouched position and leaving the bedroom. He returns a moment later with my drawing pad and a sketch pencil, which Ezra takes and starts copying.
Hardin, meanwhile is nuzzling into my neck, his fingers tracing lazy patterns into the skin on my chest that doesn’t have makeup on it and just like always, my body reacts, even more so since Gideon had me so worked up before they got here.
“Would someone tell me what this means?” My voice is a little breathier than I would like and I feel Hardin smile against my neck. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
Fielder frowns, still trying to make out all the symbols. “It looks like your dad was trying to do a spell.”
I know it’s the logical conclusion based on the symbols on my chest, but that can’t possibly be right. “One, my dad didn’t-doesn’tknow what we are. And two, you’ve seen the video from the back yard security cam. He wasn’t exactly being precise in his motions. He only made a few cuts.”
Fielder’s stroking his thumb over his lower lip. “Didn’t you say it looked like something was off with the video?” His question is for Ezra, who’s still all business sketching out the symbols.
He nods. “It looked like there was a time jump. Or like a portion of it was slowed down? I can’t quite say.”
“You think it was doctored to make it look less like a ritual?” Gideon asks, perching on the edge of the bed and joining Hardin in tormenting me by running his fingers up my inner forearm.
I whimper and shift my hips. “You guys are such fucking assholes.”
“Never claimed to be anything else, love.”
The door swings open again, Cohen appears, leaning one of his big shoulders against the frame, arms crossed over his chest. “Does someone want to explain to me why my coffee table is wet and scorched?” I flush in embarrassment as he asks, but then I’m blushing for an entirely different reason as his gaze latches on me. “Well, well, well, what have we here?” I can feel his eyes running over my body, taking in my naked state and the runes drawn on my skin. “No one told me we were having a sex party.”
“Get the fuck out,” Gideon growls, moving to block Cohen’s view of me.
Cohen tsks and pushes away from the door, entering the room with sure and steady steps. “No. Obviously, something is going on with our girl. I have the right to know what the fuck it is.”
Hardin laughs. “You don’t have any rights when it comes to Rosalind.”
“Oh, I beg to differ. I have just as much right to her as you do. She wants me here.”
“Not as much as she wants us.” Fielder gets in on the action now.
My gaze flits between the five of them. Ezra, at least, is focused on his task, but his jaw is tight and his knuckles are white where he’s gripping the pencil.
Hardin sits up, glaring at Cohen as fire dances over his fingers. I’m completely forgotten as they argue over me, over who has the right to be here, who I want here. So nice that they think they know what I want better than me, that they think they can have this conversation without including me in it.While I’m right fucking here.
Frustration, that familiar emotion I’ve had bubbling in my stomach since the end of the term, bubbles up and over. “Will you shut the fuck up? All of you?”
They all stop and blink at me in surprise. I let out a shaky breath and turn a glare on Ezra. “Are you done?” He nods slowly, his amber eyes wide. “Good. Then all of you can get the fuck out. I’m so fucking sick of this shit. Of all this squabbling over me.”
No one moves. All five of them just stand there staring at me like they’ve never seen me before. I huff and sit up, taking the sheet with me, smearing the pink lip liner all over it and not giving one shit about that. I let out a little growl when Hardin’s weight on the fabric keeps me from being able to cover myself and get out of bed. So I use a bit of air magic to push him off the bed.
They land with an oof. “What the fuck, Rosalind!” Hardin snarls, uncoiling to his feet while Cohen laughs. I scramble up to a standing position on the bed, wrapping the sheet around me like a toga.
“You shut your fucking mouth!” I snarl at him. At all of them. “All of you, shut up and get out. I can’t be around any of you anymore.”
